“You are a cool fellow, by Jove!” cried he, at the steady impudence which I maintained in the discussion.
“I had need be,” replied I, in a voice very different from the feigned hardihood of my assumed part. “The boy who has neither a home nor a friend in the world has little else to rely on, save the cold recklessness of what may befall him!”
I saw a curl of contempt upon the captain's lip at the energy of this speech; for now, when, for the first time between us, a single genuine sentiment broke from me, he deemed it “cant.”
“Well!” cried he, “as you wish; I'll speak to the justice, and you shall be free.”
He left the room as he spoke, but in a few moments reentered it, saying, “All is right! You are discharged! Now for your share of the bargain.”
“Where will your honor be in half an hour?”
“At the Club, Foster Place.”
“Then I 'll be there with the note,” said I.
